Chapter 21 The First Pope

"Qian Daoliu, what do you mean?" Bibi Dong's face was incredibly gloomy, she didn't even bother to address him as the Grand Elder: "You want me to abdicate, just to give the Pope's seat to this bastard?"

She would understand if Qian Daoliu asked her to give the position of Pope to Xue'er. It's just that Qian Daoliu is biased and doesn't trust her, so he wants to take back the power of the Spirit Hall.

But she never expected that Qian Daoliu would treat her, Bibi Dong, as some kind of bastard child of unknown origin.

"Insolence!" Qian Daoliu sneered, and the pressure of a peerless Douluo descended upon Bibi Dong, causing the surrounding elders to involuntarily step back to avoid being accidentally injured: "Bibi Dong, keep your mouth shut, or I'll warn you."

Having angered the Divine Ancestor, how could Bibi Dong possibly have a good end?

Bibi Dong suppressed the urge to attack, gritting her teeth and enduring Qian Daoliu's oppressive aura. "Who exactly is she? Who makes you so protective of her? And what about Xue'er?"

The elders naturally wouldn't meddle in the conflict between the High Priest and the Pope, remaining silent as background figures.

But the Pope's words made their eyes light up, and they sensed something interesting. They became interested in the "Xue'er" the Pope mentioned. They didn't seem to remember anyone named "Xue'er." They did know that the previous Pope had a child, but they had heard that the child had died young.

Judging from the Grand Elder and the Pope's demeanor, "Xue'er" probably holds a high position in the Spirit Hall, and may even be qualified to succeed the Pope. Could it be... that there is another hidden story?

"I have my own plans for Xue'er," Qian Daoliu said calmly. "You just need to know that from today onwards you are no longer the Pope, but I will still retain your position as an elder."

"Heh, should I thank you?" Bibi Dong's soul power surged, breaking through Qian Daoliu's suppression, releasing a powerful aura to confront him. Her inner rage was barely concealed. "What if I say no?"

"What qualifications does she have to be pope? I want to see what she's capable of! And let the elders witness the abilities of this new pope!"

After speaking, Bibi Dong instantly released her oppressive aura towards Qian Yuyan. Qian Daoliu's face was filled with anger, and he was about to intervene when Qian Yuyan's voice came from behind: "Qian Daoliu, step back!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu respectfully bowed to Qian Yuyan, his face appearing devout and sincere. This obvious difference in rank caught the attention of Bibi Dong and the many elders, stirring up a storm in their hearts.

All speculations were overturned at this moment. If he was a descendant of the High Priest, why would the High Priest be so respectful to him?

Qian Yuyan stood up, and all the pressure was blocked by a golden barrier that formed on her surface. Her posture was as majestic as a goddess descending, and her holy, dignified, and cold temperament radiated from within. She slowly walked to Bibi Dong.

"What objection do you have?"

It was as if a god was questioning an ignorant mortal. The ethereal voice echoed in the hall, instilling fear in people. It was not coercion or intimidation, but rather the involuntary sense of humility that arises when a small person looks up at a high mountain.

Some elders who recognized Qian Yuyan seemed to realize something, and suddenly looked up at the huge angel statue, then at Qian Yuyan, at that extremely similar face, and at that exactly the same golden divine bird!

Their faces showed extremely exaggerated, distorted, and incredulous expressions, witnessing something unimaginable.

Hiss—these elders couldn't help but gasp, even attracting strange looks from the surrounding elders. What's wrong with them?

"You..." Bibi Dong's words of accusation were swallowed back down. She couldn't help but swallow hard; her aura was completely suppressed by the woman before her, as if she were her mortal enemy. "Who exactly is she?"

"Who am I?" The woman tilted her head slightly. "I am Pope Qian Yuyan."

The woman's words were as good as nothing, which brought Bibi Dong back to her senses. She was annoyed that Bibi Dong had been bluffing and had actually been frightened!

Bibi Dong puffed out her chest and struck the papal scepter: "I am the Pope, you are not!"

"Hehe." Qian Yuyan looked at Bibi Dong, who was competing with her, with dissatisfaction in her eyes. She reached out and pinched the little paw of the sleeping Jin Yang on her head to wake him up.

That wretched Jin Yang, he actually drooled on her head, he's so filthy!

When the Golden Crow was awakened and cast its gaze, the nameless divine might rapidly spread from Qian Yuyan as the center. All the elders felt a sublime power ignoring them. The temperature rose, but it did not harm the bodies of these titled Douluo. However, they felt as if they had been stripped of all their power, like old farmers working in the fields at midday enduring the scorching heat, sweating profusely.

Bibi Dong's blood seemed to freeze upon facing the divine power. A faint illusion of death, burning to ashes, reappeared in her consciousness, making her hair stand on end and causing her to stagger backward.

"Who exactly are you?" Bibi Dong was somewhat panicked. The level of this terrifying power vaguely crossed the threshold of the god level. How come she didn't know that the Spirit Hall had such a terrifying powerhouse!

"Who am I?" Qian Yuyan smoothed the feathers of the golden crow that was now perched on her chest, striking the same pose as the angel statue. "I told you, I am Pope Qian Yuyan. Of course, you can also call me—the First Pope!"

"The first Pope, isn't that...?" Before Bibi Dong could react, a fanatical voice rang out from the group of elders.

"Angel God! Are you Angel God?" The elders who recognized Qian Yuyan pushed through the crowd and excitedly stepped forward to pay their respects to her.

"Angel God!?" The elders exclaimed in surprise, all looking at the huge angel statue in the hall, then at Qian Yuyan and Jin Yang. Their eyes were wide open, their mouths agape, and their jaws were almost dislocated in shock.

Angel God, this is a god! Tens of thousands of gods have disappeared from the continent, and the myth of their Spirit Hall has actually appeared vividly before their eyes.

In that instant, they felt that their lives had been worthwhile.

The gasps and exclamations behind her made Bibi Dong pale and weak in the knees. She dared not look at Qian Yuyan or look up at the angel statue.

She was a descendant of the Rakshasa god, so she naturally knew that the Angel God was the Rakshasa god's mortal enemy!

"Why aren't you saying anything, Pope?" Qian Yuyan reached out, pinched Bibi Dong's chin, and turned her head. Looking at the eyes that had just concealed panic, she said with a hint of amusement, "Pope, there seems to be a certain aura about you that I don't quite like."

"Wrong, it must be an illusion." Bibi Dong's heart pounded, her facial muscles twitched but she didn't know what expression to make, and finally squeezed out a very ugly expression.

"Relax." Qian Yuyan released her grip on Bibi Dong's chin and said meaningfully, "As long as you honestly contribute to my Spirit Hall, I won't hold it against you too much."

As a dignified angel, she wouldn't personally lay a hand on the successor of a mortal enemy. Besides, Bibi Dong had already been targeted by someone, and she had plenty of trouble ahead of her.

"Now," Qian Yuyan looked around at everyone, "I am to become Pope. Who agrees, and who opposes?"